CHAPTER TWO.
Malvolia lays on her bed, music filling her ears as she desperately tries to get her mind to stop. Funny, how its in her power for her to have control over peoples thoughts and dreams and yet she had no control over her own. She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling, flashes of blood and fire flickers in front of her making her clench her eyes shut once again. The brunette desperately begging for it all to stop, she feels a dip in her bed and a cold hand place itself on her thigh.
She lifts her head up, her brown eyes meeting another pair. She takes out her ear phones, "Can I help you?" She asks rather rudely, only recieving a smile in return.
"I heard you saw a dead body," Beatrix tells her, leaning her body weight onto the hand that's gripping Malvolia's thigh.
Mal breathes out shakily. "You don't beat around the bush."
"It's not in my nature."
"You wanna know something I noticed?" She asked the girl in front of her, her eyes shifting between Beatrix's brown ones.
"Enlighten me?"
"I can hear practically everyone, their mundane worries about the school year, their squeals about seeing their crush, and then when I'm around you its silence. Nothing, it's like you built a mental wall and its insanely infuriating but its pretty damn peaceful."
"Ever thought of taking poetry?" Beatrix teases.
Malvolia rolls her eyes. "Shut up," she tells her before laying back down. "You know I kinda like you. I think I'm gonna keep you, I think this is the start to a beautiful friendship."
"Maybe even more," Beatrix whispers to her, making Mal's heart race.
A knock on the door taking away their attention from each other. "Lia, are you in there?" Sky calls out from the otherside of the door.
The brunette gets up from her bed and opens up the door. "Brother dearest, come to check up on little old me?"
Sky raises his eyebrows. "Judging by your usual snark I'm gonna guess that you're okay."
"Don't get me wrong I'm definitely scarred forever but life goes on," she shrugs.
"Right, well wanna walk with me to the gathering?"
Mal nods. "Yeah, just give me a second," she tells him turning to her bed and grabbing her phone. She looks up at the auburn hair girl who hasn't moved from her bed. "I'll see you later?" She asks to which Beatrix nods in response.
The brunette following her brother out the door. The two siblings split up as Mal headed towards the snack table and Sky, ever the soldier, decided to watch over everyone. Malvolia pours herself a cup of punch, the red-head she met earlier catching her eyes. She watches as the girl smiles up towards her brother, a smirk forming on her face knowing of the fit Stella will cause as soon as she sees that. As if on cue, Stella calls for Sky, leaving Bloom to walk away.
"She's such a bitch," Mal speaks up to Bloom as the girl walks past her.
"Huh?" Bloom says.
"Stella," Mal elaborates, taking a sip from her drink.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Bloom responds awkwardly.
Mal smirks. "Wouldn't say it but sure are thinking it, its what I do, remember?"
Bloom nods. "Right, you're in my head."
"And don't you forget it," she says as she kicks off the wall and heads over to Riven who's sneakily taking sips from a flask.
"Quite selfish of you to have all that alcohol and not even be kind enough to spike the punch," Mal teases.
Riven grins as he turns around, pouring some alcohol in Mal's cup. "What m'lady wants the m'lady gets," he smirks.
"And they say chivalry is dead," Mal jokes as she takes a sip of the spiked punch, her cheeks heating up as the alcohol hits her throat.
Riven turns his head feeling eyes on the two. "Want some?" He asks a first year thats idly standing by and watching him.
"No," the guy shakes his head. "I just..."
"There's two types of first years: pussies and aspiring former pussies," Riven tells him as he pours the rest of the flask contents into the first years drink.
"Sorta feels like it's less a binary choice and more a spectrum, " the first year tells Riven dryly before taking a small sip of his drink. He coughs and clears his throat before struggling out a, "Cheers."
"No," Riven smirks as he makes eye contact with Mal. A newly found glint of chaos in her brown eyes, fueling his next move. "Cheers when you're done," he tells the first year as he forces the glass upwards, leading the first year to chug his drink.
Mal flinches as she gets hit with raging thoughts. "Here comes the hall monitor," she sighs.
"Are you bullying the first years?" Terra rushes over angrily. "Be more basic," she scoffs.
"I can't bully the willing, right?" Riven shoots back with a confident smile.
"I don't know what that means," the first year replies softly.
"Just ignore him," Terra orders. "He thinks he's some badass. You should've seen him last year."
"Terra, darling, don't you have some plants to go water? Or some dirt to go roll around in?" Mal jumps in to defend Riven.
"You're defending him? This tragic nerd in diguise?" Terra asks in disbelief.
"You're just three people in disguise," Riven shoots back, knowing just where to get her. He wasn't gonna stand back and have her disrespect him, especially in front of Mal.
"Whoa! Come on, man." The first year jumps in defense of Terra.
"No, I've got this," Terra reassures. "People always think that they can treat the big girl like shit because we're... we're sweet, and we're harmless, and we should be happy that you're even talking to us. But sometimes, we've had a really, really bad day, and some scrawny little arsehole says the wrong thing at the wrong time, and we're not happy you're talking to us, and we're not sweet, and most of all, we are not harmless," Terra says, her eyes glowing green as she starts to move the vines around Riven's neck.
"Here comes the flower power," Mal mumbles boredly to herself as she looks over her painted nails. She frowns at the fact that some of them have been chipped.
Riven's feet begin to lift off the ground, his face turning red as he struggles to talk. Malvolia sighs as she hands her drink to the first year, "Hold this, would you?"
Malvolia's eyes begin to glow purple, her hands reaching upwards towards Terra's head. She pushes her way into Terra's thoughts, the girl's green eyes slowly being taken over by a lavender hue. "Let him go Terra, you don't really want to hurt him, do you?" Malvolia attempts to bend the second years thoughts. "Let. Him. Go," she pushes more forcefully.
Terra's head begin to shake slightly as she slowly loses her control over her own thoughts. Before she can even realize it, the vines slowly retract away from Riven, the boy's face filling with color once more. "I don't really want to hurt him," Terra mumbles in a robotic voice.
"Malvolia!" Sky says grabbing his sister's shoulder and snapping her out of Terra's mind. The purple slowly fades from both the girls eyes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Mal's eyes flicker to the weakened Terra who's face is paler than usual. She watches as the first year gently guides her to sit down. Malvolia looks back to her brother and gives him a flat look. "I was saving Riven, you should be proud of me following in your foot steps and all that."
Sky looks around at the crowd that has gathered. "You know you're not supposed to use that power against other students," he whispers. "Silva and Dowling forbade it."
"Well what the fuck was I supposed to do? Let Riven pass out."
"She wouldn't have hurt him," Sky defends. "She would have stopped but you could have seriously hurt her," he lectures.
"I was in control," Mal dismisses. "I've been practicing."
"Practicing? What part of 'you're not supposed to use that power' have you got confused?"
"What part of 'we're at a school to better our powers' did you get confused?"
Sky shakes his head with a sigh. "Malvolia, you're here to better control people's head-reading, not that power. That power is..."
Mal scoffs. "What? Evil? Dark? Please continue whatever you're going to say."
"Dangerous," Sky says softly.
Malvolia shakes her head. "That's not what you're thinking," she tells him before storming away from him. She walks through the hallway and passes the library, catching Beatrix attention who was brushing up on History.
Beatrix quickly gathers her books and rushes to walk beside Malvolia. "That was quite the party trick you did there. I've never heard of a recorded fairy with that kind of power."
"Yeah well, probably because everyone seems to think the power is some sort of evil. I'm not even supposed to use it," Malvolia grumbles like a scorned toddler.
"An incredible power like that and you're not allowed to use it? I thought we go to this college to learn to embrace our powers, not shackle them."
"Alfea seems to be in agreement that powers that take other people's mental control are not something that should be embraced."
"Or maybe they just fear you?" Beatrix offers, making Malvolia stop walking and look at her.
"Why would they fear me?" Mal asks softly, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh come on, a power like that, you could have watever you wanted. You controlled Terra so easily, imagine what you could do to headmasters and teachers," Beatrix tells her with a smirk.
Malvolia looks at the girl in front of her, a new sense of empowerment but also anger sets itsef into her bones. "You really think they don't want me using it in fear of me?"
"Absolutely."
Malvolia smirks. "Good."
Beatrix smiles. "Pardon my change of subject but what are you doing right now?"
"Probably gonna go chill in our suite."
"Great! I'll join," Beatrix says, grabbing Mal's hand a pulling her towards their suite.
( CROWN ON THE GROUND. )
It was a couple of hours later that Mavolia found herself on her bed painting her nails. Beatrix across the room on her own bed and reading a big history book. The two were sitting in the lull of the soft music that filled the room, neither of them having any desire to conversate. They were content just soaking in each other's presence. As Malvolia paints her last finger nail, a knock on the door pulls away her attention. She glances over at Beatrix who hasn't lifted her head from the book.
With a sigh Malvolia gets up and opens the door and steps out. She smiles, "And to what do I owe the pleasure Riv?"
Riven smirks as he leans against the hallway wall. He holds up a baggie of a couple of blunts, "I brought a gift."
Mal raises her eyebrows. "For saving your life."
Riven shrugs it off. "I would have been fine on my own."
A giggle escapes Mal's lips as she reaches for the baggie. "Right," she says grabbing it from his hands. "With the way you ran off, I thought you were mad at me. Thought your pride was accidentally caught in the crossfire."
Riven shrugs, a mishcevious grin on his face. "Via, you could tie me up and slap me silly and I'd never be mad at you."
"Is that so?" Mal asks him deviously. "We might just have to test that one of these days, won't we?"
"Is that an offer?" Riven grins.
"It's a promise you kinky motherfucker," she laughs.
Riven laughs under his breath, he nods towards the blunt in her hand. "Smoke sesh?"
Mal shakes her head. "Not tonight," she tells him before taking a step towards him and giving him a slow sensual kiss on the lips. She pulls away and closely examines Riven, his eyes are still closed and he his lips turned upwards with a small satiafied smile. "Tomorrow?" She asks, looking at his now opened eyes.
Riven puts his hands on the girls waist before pulling her in for another kiss. "Tomorrow," he mumbles before leaving her to go back to her room.
"Who was that?" Beatrix asks her suitemate as she reenters their room.
Malvolia shrugs. "Just a friend," she says with a blunt between her teeth. She digs through her drawer for a lighter as Beatrix gathers her books on her bed.
"Do you smoke?" Malvolia asks with a tilt of her head.
"Doesn't everyone?" Beatrix asks with a smirk.
Malvolia pulls the blunt from her mouth and reaches it towards Beatrix. "My hands are kind of full," Beatrix tells her.
Mal watches as the auburn girl begins to make her way towards her desk, a sudden burst of confidence rushing through her. She grabs Beatrix bicep and pulls her towards her, she gently grabs her chin and tilts it upwards. Beatrix's darkened eyes meeting her own. Malvolia leans foward and blows the exhale of smoke into her mouth, their lips touching only slightly.
Beatrix leans back a smile on her face. "You're rather bold, aren't you?"
Malvolia smirks. "So I've been told."
"Well," Beatrix says putting her books down on her desk before turning around to face Mal. She gently grabs the brunette's hand and leads her towards the bed. She sits down and pulls Mavolia's head into her lap, grabbing the blunt from her hands.
"Where were you today?" Malvolia asks Beatrix, her eyes closed as the latter strokes her hair.
"I was in the library," Beatrix tells her, pulling the blunt from her hands and taking a smoke.
"What were you doing in there?" Malvolia pushes.
Beatrix smiles. "You ask a lot of questions."
Malvolia shrugs. "I rarely get answers, growing up in Alfea answers were a priveledge so feel free to ignore my questioning. I'm used to it."
Beatrix hands her the blunt and gently pulls her face to meet her eyes. "I'll always give you answers," she promises with convinction.
With no way to read her mind, Malvolia chooses to believe her. She gives the girl a nod and a smile.
"I was reading up on history," Beatrix answers.
"So you're a history nerd?" Mal teases.
"You could say that."
"Hmm, then tell me something," Mal requests.
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me a historical story, fiction or not," Mal pushes.
"There was said to be a town, it was said to be filled to the brim with magic. So much magic that it attracted some of the worst monsters in the world, including rivalry kingdoms. In this town a woman was born, she was said to be a powerful magical being. She came from two bloodlines that many would say should never have been mixed. She went to Alfea and there she fell in love with a man. They ended up creating a baby, however, she was said to be killed on a mission..."
"What happened to the baby?" Malvolia cuts in.
"Some say she's dead," Beatrix shrugs.
Malvolia recognizes the glint in her eyes. "But you don't think that," she points out.
"I thought you couldn't read my mind?" Beatrix smirks before shrugging. "It's a bit dark but I think the baby was cut from the woman's dead body and given to the father, hiding in plain sight this entire time," Beatrix whispers.
Malvolia's face scrunches up in disgust. "That is dark," she comments, cuddling her head deeper into Beatrix's lap. "What mission killed her?"
"It was said that Alfea was set to destroy the town she came from and in the attempt to stop them, she was murdered."
"When I said tell me a historical story, I mean a happy cute story with princesses," Mal grumbles.
"There's nothing happy about history," Beatrix tells her honestly.
"Well you could have lied," Mal tacks on before yawning.
"You tired?" Beatrix asks, her hand running through Malvolia's dark hair.
"Yes, but I don't want to move," the brunette whines.
"You don't have to," Beatrix tells her before shutting her lamp off and cuddling into her bed.
"Bea?"
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mal."